The Fukaros Familia, starting from DanMachi.

Chapter 162 The People Who Are Eagerly Awaiting

Fu Ningna was fairly satisfied with the titles her children had received and didn't have many complaints.

She also knew that there would be opportunities to change her title after leveling up.

In any case, compared to the pitiful "war god" of the Takemikazuchi family, her children were much luckier.

Guild headquarters, Pantheon.

While the Conference of the Gods was in full swing, the atmosphere within the guild was unusually heavy.

"Everyone—they all seem to be filled with murderous intent?"

"I don't think so—probably—"

Misha whispered into Eina's pointed elven ears, and Eina answered in a low voice.

This is not the lobby where they usually work, but an office with several desks.

The spacious interior was unusually quiet, with a somber, almost suffocating atmosphere hanging in the air.

"Zul, are you listening?"

"Ah—yes, I'm sorry, team leader."

Hearing the person in front of her call her name, Eina suddenly came back to her senses.

Misha, standing beside him, quickly straightened up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Before them sat a burly orc male, holding several documents written by Eina in one hand, looking at her with a calm, almost icy gaze.

"I'll repeat myself: the adventure records of the Fukaros Familia must never be made public. Their experiences are not adventures at all; they are clearly sending other adventurers to their deaths. Therefore, the Fukaros Familia's exemplary cases of growth will not be released for the time being."

"That's true, that's true—"

Eina nodded; she completely agreed.

The adventure records of Fenyu and others are simply too outrageous; those actions are simply beyond human capabilities.

If any headstrong novice adventurer were to try and imitate this, it would be a sure way to "die on the first try," with their ashes scattered to the winds.

"Next up is Flot." The orc male turned his sharp gaze to the pink-haired girl, Misha, and called her by her surname.

"Uh, yes!"

Michael shuddered.

"—The materials you submitted to the Conference of the Gods this time were very poorly done, especially the part about the Fukaros Familia."

"Team leader—!"

Misha's face instantly fell, and she tried to argue—no, to defend herself—"Their upgrade application was submitted so hastily, there simply wasn't enough time! I was working hard even at that crucial moment, please, don't say I was slacking off!"

"I understand your difficulties—but overall it's still too perfunctory and too much of a slacking off."

The team leader's voice was devoid of any emotion, "If the gods come to the guild to complain because of this, Flotte, you'll have to deal with them all by yourself. I can't help you with that."

"Whoa—! Eina—!"

Misha let out a mournful cry and buried her face in Eina's well-developed bosom, seeking comfort.

"You can leave now."

The team leader coldly gave them the order to leave.

The two fled the office as if they were escaping.

Instead of returning to the lobby immediately, they made their way to the tea room located in the corner of the room.

Using the familiar magic stone device, two steaming cups of black tea were instantly prepared.

"Ugh, the Fukaros Familia really knows how to cause me trouble—"

Michael held his teacup and complained, feeling wronged.

"This has nothing to do with them, right? It's clearly Misha who was slacking off. I already reminded you."

Eina sighed and helplessly exposed her.

"I can't hear anything, I can't hear anything at all—! La la la—!"

Misha immediately turned around, presenting her petite back to Eina, leaving Eina both amused and exasperated.

Her peach-pink hair swayed as she sipped her black tea, her back slightly hunched.

Seeing her friend still acting the same way she did when they were in the school district, she couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Let's change the subject," Misha whispered. "I still think the team leader and the others can't seem to settle down; they look restless."

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"Yes, it's definitely different from usual—"

Looking from the corner of the room, the people in the office did not appear as composed as usual.

Many employees who are usually as steady as a rock are now pacing back and forth, and those sitting in chairs are also frequently looking up at the clock on the wall.

The constant scratching sound of quills on parchment, which was usually a constant presence, is now completely gone.

In fact, Eina and the others vaguely knew why the office atmosphere was like this.

"It's already past 3 PM—the Conference of the Gods should be over by now, right?"

"Probably, I think the meeting results should have already been sent over—"

As is customary, this scene is always seen at the end of the assembly of the gods.

At this moment, what all the staff were interested in and concerned about was none other than the nicknames of the newly recruited adventurers.

The titles bestowed by the gods always intimidate mortals in the lower realms, making them willingly submit. Whether they are of great authority or have suffered "social death," everyone eagerly anticipates the outcome of the assembly of gods, as if the matter were personally related to them.

(Even the usually stern and unsmiling bosses are starting to get restless now?)

Eina and Misha, who usually watched the adventurers perform the same scenes in the hall, had this strange thought for the first time.

The entire guild, from top to bottom, is waiting to see what happens.

"Is Eina curious too? Want to know what kind of title will be awarded this time?"

"As for me—well, that's true, I might be a little curious this time."

"Really? Me too! After all, it was the adventurer I was in charge of who leveled up, so I really wanted to know."

The two were chatting enthusiastically when suddenly, without warning, a "click" sound rang out.

The sound of the door being flung open caused everyone in the room to turn their heads simultaneously.

A panting, sweating employee stood at the door, holding a stack of documents high and shouting with all his might, "Here it is! Delivered! The results of the Conference of the Gods!"

"It's finally here—".

"Hey, let us take a look."

Their actions were lightning fast.

The employees, who had been pretending to be reserved just a moment ago, all abandoned their work and rushed to the door.

The crowd quickly formed an impenetrable circle, and several parchments with aliases written on them were passed around to many people in the blink of an eye.

Soon, the office was filled with exclamations of praise and bursts of laughter.

"Hey, look at this nickname, 'The Dark Flamebringer'—it's giving me goosebumps!"

"Oh my god, that's amazing! No wonder he's a god. We mortals could never come up with such a cool, chuunibyou-like name."

"Yes, God is indeed worlds apart from us."

"Look at this! The cherry blossoms of the Takemikazuchi Familia, the 'War God's Man,' hahaha, this is too tragic!"

"This is incredible, it's practically a public execution, a form of social death."

The atmosphere at the guild headquarters began to liven up, with male staff at the center.

Perhaps they shared similar tastes; they all seemed to be like-minded, and even Eina's boss secretly joined in, marveling at those titles.

Before anyone knew it, female employees from other departments also started screaming, clearly because they had seen their favorite handsome adventurer receive a good title.

Hearing the cheers of the crowd, Misha, who had been completely left out of the circle, finally came to her senses.

"We're too slow—let's go, Eina."

"Okay, sure."

Michael pulled Eina along and ran towards the crowd.

Watching Misha weave through the crowd like an eel, finally managing to snatch a list from a male colleague, Eina couldn't help but think of Fenyu and the others.

"Hmm—, hopefully their titles won't be too embarrassing—"

The thought of those embarrassing nicknames that made her dig out a three-bedroom apartment with her toes made her feel uneasy and anxious.